Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.